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Another World Transcript Thursday 4/13/06
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Sharlene: You came here to go into a hospital?
Grant: Yeah, I did.
Sharlene: Bay City General?
Grant: Mm-hmm, right.
Sharlene: Grant, you never said anything about...
Grant: Well, I'm sorry. I should've mentioned it to you, but...
Sharlene: Yeah, well...well, hospitals--I really hate those places. I do. I--the smell and all those sick people staring out of all the doors. Oh.
Grant: Ok, but I'm not--I'm not--
Sharlene: Plus, I mean, the people who work there--the people who work there, they-- they shouldn't be working there. They should be installing taillights at a factory or something. They shouldn't be dealing with people.
Grant: They what? Wha--
Sharlene: Doctors and nurses. They--they really like being in control. They love pushing you around. "Do this," and "eat that," and-- and "did you take your medicine?"
Grant: Hey, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Are you ok?
Sharlene: Sorry. I'm talking too much.
Grant: No, it's no problem, but I--
Sharlene: It is just that it really got to me when you--when you said--I mean, the idea of you being sick...
Grant: Look, I--I--I--but it's nothing for you to worry about. Really.
Sharlene: Then why do you have to go to a hospital? It's really bad, isn't it?
John: What do you want?
Michael: I just came by to talk. The hearing got postponed--
John: I can't right now.
Michael: Wait--whoa, whoa. Wait a minute, what do you--
Michael: No, you're not going anywhere, man, until you tell me why you look like your world just ended.
Ken: Got a little more privacy in here.
Paulina: I want an answer to my question.
Ken: How about if you just calm down?
Paulina: I am calm. Look, I don't mean to be difficult--really. But I still want an answer. We had an arrangement. Are you backing out?
Ken: I guess I still don't see your problem.
Paulina: You're not acting the way--
Ken: The way you thought I would?
Ken: What do you think is going on here? I mean, why would I have gone to all this trouble just to abandon you now?
Paulina: I just want to know why we can't tell the Corys now.
Ken: We discussed this.
Paulina: Not really. You keep putting it off.
Ken: It's not time.
Amanda: Did you find anything?
Evan: Yeah, there is no brake fluid.
Amanda: That's why they didn't work?
Evan: Yeah, it's been drained.
Amanda: I don't understand.
Evan: Amanda, if you would've made it to the highway, you'd be dead right now.
Amanda: Thank you for finding out what was wrong.
Evan: Hey, maybe you could've made it to the highway, and you probably could've pulled off.
Amanda: And what if I couldn't have?
Evan: Alli wouldn't have a Mom right now. Amanda, I didn't mean to scare you.
Amanda: Well, I guess it takes something like this to realize how fragile things are.
Evan: Maybe you just have to be aware of what's going on around you and do not take anything for granted.
Amanda: I made so many mistakes. There's so many things I can't put right.
Evan: But you are all right. That's what counts.
Amanda: Thanks to you.
Evan: Well, I mean, I--as long as I can help it, I'm not going to let anything happen to you.
Amanda: Thank you.
Evan: Married or not, whatever your decision, I'll always love you.
Amanda: I feel a little shaky all of a sudden.
Evan: I bet.
Amanda: This really could have been a terrible accident.
Evan: Yeah, I--I wonder if...
Amanda: What? You said that I wouldn't have--
Evan: Well, I wonder if it would've been an accident.
Amanda: What do you mean? It's an old car. Something just wore out, right?
Evan: Amanda, nothing wore out. Your brake lines were cut.
Ken: I think the best thing you can do right now is to slow down. Trust me.
Paulina: Do you know that that's all you ever say to me?
Ken: You go to Rachel now, you're going to ruin everything for yourself.
Paulina: You mean I'd ruin everything for you.
Ken: Paulina, I didn't deserve that. You know how hard I've worked-- how long we've both worked to get where we are now?
Paulina: And I am grateful for that. You know I am Ken, but I'm also no fool. And I keep getting this feeling that you got some other deal going, something you've cooked up all for yourself.
Ken: That's not true at all.
Paulina: Then why don't you just come out and--
Rachel: Well, Paulina, there you are.
Rachel: What are you doing down here?
Paulina: Well, I was just--
Ken: I was showing her this coffee table book on African art. You know how I am when I get started on lecture.
Rachel: Jamie's upstairs. He's looking for you.
Paulina: Oh, then I'd better get upstairs. Excuse me.
Rachel: She's a strange girl.
Ken: How much do you know about her?
Rachel: Not enough. Not enough.
Lucas: The Pelican Club? Is he with anybody? Well, find out, ok? And if he goes anywhere, let me know. All right.
Josie: I just saw the article.
Lucas: What article?
Josie: About the congressional investigation. How you might go to prison.
Lucas: Oh, that.
Josie: It's awful. You didn't do anything, did you?
Lucas: Well, I testified that I knew a lot of the wrong people, but I cooperated completely with the committee.
Josie: Well, then why would they say you could go to jail?
Lucas: I don't know. I thought I had a deal, but now everybody is playing hardball, including leaks to the press.
Josie: Well, that's not fair.
Lucas: What does fair have to do with it?
Josie: I'm not going to let them to do this to you.
Lucas: Oh, that's very sweet, Josie, but I'll be fine.
Josie: Lucas, what if you're not? You've done so much for me. You've always been there when I needed you.
Lucas: Darling, look, the last thing I want you to do is wrinkle that beautiful face of yours worrying about me.
Josie: But I am worried.
Lucas: No, no. You should be concentrating on other things. You're about to sign this huge deal. You have to worry about that crazy fan--
Josie: Oh, Lucas, that's not important, not when you're in trouble.
Lucas: Josie, I'll be fine--
Josie: I mean it, Lucas. I want to help you.
Lucas: [Sighs] Josie, that's very sweet, but there really isn't anything you can do.
Josie: That's Grant Harrison.
Lucas: Yes. That's our illustrious congressman with some bimbo.
Josie: Well, I didn't realize he had a girlfriend.
Lucas: Maybe you can help.
Lucas: Maybe you can find out who Grant Harrison's girlfriend is.
Josie: What would I have to do?
Lucas: Well, first of all, you don't want to do anything that would get you into trouble.
Josie: I told you how friendly he was the day of the press conference.
Lucas: Yes, you did.
Josie: He--he was probably just being nice.
Lucas: Josie, when a girl looks like you, all kinds of men want to be more than nice, including the congressman.
Josie: So you think he'd talk to me again?
Lucas: I think there is a possibility, yes.
Josie: Well, I'll just see if I can't strike up a conversation then.
Lucas: If he lays a hand on you, I'll--
Josie: He won't. He thinks of me as a kid, I told you.
Lucas: I don't know. I just--just find out who this redhead is.
Josie: Do you think that would help?
Lucas: It might.
Josie: Do you think maybe we could get some information for the press?
Lucas: Yeah. Maybe we could produce a few leaks.
Josie: That would be great.
Lucas: Well, there's still a lot of ifs here.
Josie: But I can try.
Josie: Plus, maybe I could talk to him directly. Tell him I know you and what a wonderful--
Lucas: No, no, you have to go very slowly at that.
Lucas: In fact, don't even mention my name when you first meet him.
Josie: Yeah, I guess you're right. Ok. The problem is where do I find this guy. The last time I saw him, he was at Pops.
Lucas: Pelican Club?
Josie: He is there right now?
Lucas: I just talked to a guy, said he was there 15 minutes ago.
Josie: That's where my mother works.
Lucas: Well, if you don't want to go there--
Josie: No, no, it's fine. In fact, it's perfect. I can just say I'm there to see mama.
Lucas: Not bad.
Michael: John, Sharlene has been under a lot of stress lately.
John: It's a lot more than that.
Michael: Well, how about family? I mean, her sister just dropped in on her, didn't she? Sometimes that can be really tough.
John: That's just a part of it.
Michael: Well, I don't understand.
John: That's just it, Mike. Neither do I.
Michael: Well, you must understand something, man, because you were storming out of here a minute ago.
John: Sharlene is keeping secrets from me.
Michael: Well, what kind?
John: A lot of times she'll go out, but not to where she said she was going.
Michael: Where does she go?
John: I don't know!
Michael: Well, do you confront her about it?
John: Sometimes she's gone for hours. Then she denies ever having been out at all.
Michael: Anything else?
John: Yeah. And she's been on these shopping sprees. Spent all kinds of money on stuff that she would normally never even take a second look at.
Michael: John, Sharlene was in therapy a while ago, wasn't she? Or she's still going?
John: She was.
Michael: What happened?
John: She went twice, and she hasn't been back.
Michael: Do you think maybe they got a little too close to what was going on?
John: No, no, I don't. Her therapist, Dr. Benson, gave her a drug called sodium amytal.
Michael: Sodium amytal? That's truth serum.
John: Exactly. The same stuff.
Michael: Sharlene must be going through a very difficult time.
John: I don't think that Sharlene took the sodium amytal. I think she switched it with a saline solution.
Michael: Do you know that for sure?
John: No, I don't.
Michael: Well, then why to do you think that?
John: Because she was asking Ronnie Lawrence all kinds of question--how the drug works, and if someone wanted to switch it, how they'd go about it. Things like that.
Michael: Why would a shrink be giving Sharlene such a heavy drug?
John: I don't know. Mike, I followed Sharlene to the Pelican Club this afternoon. When I got there, she was standing there with roses. I mean, dozens of roses along with a completely phony excuse as to who gave them to her.
John: And then I come home, and I find these. Birth control pills. The prescription is dated January. They're made out to Sharly Watts....Matchbook to this restaurant, l'etoile. Neither--
Michael: Ok. What do you think is happening here?
John: I've got some ideas, but... I've been doing a little research.
Michael: Research? What kind of research?
John: Mike, I think that Sharlene is suffering from a very serious emotional illness.
Michael: Look, I don't quite know how to say this. I mean, you're the--you're the doctor. But...did you ever consider the fact that maybe what's wrong with Sharlene is not an emotional illness?
John: I don't understand.
Michael: John, it is possible that Sharlene is having an affair.
Grant: Thank you. Here you go.
Sharlene: How bad is it? Can't you tell me?
Grant: I've already told you. Really, it's nothing for you to worry about at all.
Sharlene: Sorry. I was going on all night.
Grant: About hospitals, obviously not your favorite subject--
Sharlene: It's just I have this thing about those places.
Grant: Ha ha, no kidding.
Sharlene: All the rooms, I do. And then those people locked away. And then--like they're being hidden or something. And everything is so quiet. I don't--
Grant: Hey, I'll tell you what. I'll tell you what. Let's just not talk about it anymore, ok?
Sharlene: I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm not the one who's sick. What's the matter with you?
Grant: Nothing. Nothing.
Sharlene: But you were so pale. And it's not the first time it happened. And now you say that you're probably going to go into one of those places. I...
Grant: Oh, ok. Come on, to hell with all that. I mean, the only trouble with my--it's not my health, it's my life.
Grant: I'm serious. I mean, oh, I realize it after being around you, I just-I hate--I hate what I am. Politics has to be the most inane waste of time that there is.
Sharlene: Oh, now, come on. You're just depressed or something. Or you're going through a phase.
Grant: Oh, you think?
Sharlene: Yeah, I think so. Obviously you're a good congressman, because look--look how many times you've been elected.
Grant: So I spend my life wheeling and dealing and saying, "I love the people," when actually, all I ever do is cut deals and ignore everything but my career.
Sharlene: That's--that's not true.
Grant: I just--I want to live a real life, Sharlene.
Sharlene: But you are.
Grant: This? This is meaningless. Except when I'm with you. This is what I want to share. A real life. With you.
Amanda: What are you saying? That somebody did something to my brakes on purpose?
Evan: Well, I'm not an expert on cars.
Amanda: But you said there's no brake fluid.
Evan: Well, that's obvious.
Amanda: And that the line had been cut.
Evan: Yeah, somebody had drained it.
Amanda: Well, I had the car in the shop just a couple of days ago. Could a mechanic have done it accidentally?
Evan: Not unless he was an idiot.
Amanda: Do you think all the fluid leaked out?
Evan: No, the fluid had been drained.
Evan: Amanda, I don't want to sound like the voice of doom here.
Amanda: No, tell me what you're thinking.
Evan: Well, there's just a few things that have made me suspicious lately.
Amanda: Like what?
Evan: Well, Sam goes to a store. They say he bought a gun. He's got you moving back into the loft.
Amanda: We both made that decision.
Evan: But he's got you isolated from everybody, including your family.
Amanda: Well, maybe that's what we want.
Evan: I guess the thing that bothers me the most is that all of the sudden he's just accepted everything that's happened.
Amanda: He loves me. Why can't you accept the fact that he loves me and he's forgiven me?
Evan: Ok, where was he earlier today?
Evan: Before you came out to the car.
Amanda: Oh, Evan, give me a break. Sam couldn't have done anything to my brakes.
Evan: Well, somebody did.
Amanda: This is absurd. I'm sorry, I am not going to listen to this anymore.
Evan: Ok, fine.
Amanda: I'm going to take this to my mechanic, and we're going to find out what really happened.
Evan: That's the smart thing to do. Do it.
Amanda: Is that what you wanted to say to me?
Evan: No, I just wanted to tell you that I care about you, and I always will. And if you need me, give me a call.
Sharlene: Sometimes I don't know what to say to you. Things like that take my breath away.
Grant: I mean every word of it. I want to spend my life with you.
Sharlene: Oh, no.
Grant: What's the matter?
Sharlene: I--I forgot. Al asked me to do this thing for him. He wants me to get this check to the distributor before he closes. I have to do that.
Grant: Yeah, but where's Al? I mean, I just saw him around here a few minutes ago.
Josie: Congressman Harrison.
Josie: It' s Josie. From the press conference.
Grant: Oh, right, Josie. Hi, how are you?
Josie: Hi, good.
Grant: What are you doing here? Sit down, sit down.
Josie: Oh, thank you. I was just looking for my mother, but she doesn't seem to be around.
Grant: Well, I'm sorry, because if she looks anything like you, I'd love to meet her.
Josie: No wonder you win so many elections.
Grant: Ha ha ha.
Josie: So, are--are you with anyone?
Grant: Well, I was, yeah.
Josie: I saw two glasses. You don't smoke, do you?
Grant: No, and also that's not my particular shade of lipstick, you know?
Josie: Well, I just--I wouldn't want to interrupt, I mean, if-- if you're here with your girlfriend.
Grant: Now, did I say that I was here with a girlfriend?
Josie: Well, is she from Bay City? Maybe I know her.
Grant: Ah, you might.
Josie: Well, what's her name?
Grant: You know, I wanted to ask you a question. You know the guy that was following you around for awhile?
Grant: That was after you? I--he used to carry your photograph. Some kind of fan, I think it was.
Josie: Oh, him. It's--it's been awful. But no one's seen him, and the police are just at a complete loss.
Grant: Must have been kind of frightening, wasn't it?
Josie: I'm ok.
Grant: Well, believe me, I know that feeling. I mean, politicians make enemies every day.
Josie: Well, I'm sure, but you're not worried, are you? I mean, you give off such a cool image.
Grant: Ha ha ha, right.
Sharlene: What's that little snot doing with my man?
Michael: John, Sharlene is a great-looking woman, all right? It's only natural that some man, some time, is going to be attracted to her. I mean, it's happened to Donna. Every husband has to deal with this.
John: What, are you going to tell me that somebody gave this to her?
Michael: I'm saying that it's possible. Look, John, no man likes to believe that the woman he loves might be attracted to somebody else.
John: Mike, it's not just these things.
Michael: Well, then what else?
John: It's all the time that she's...
Michael: She's what? She's lied?
John: No, not lied. Couldn't remember. I mean, she gets so upset, and she just can't remember.
Michael: John, I'm your brother, and I love you. And I don't want this to be true any more than you do.
John: I know.
Michael: But this idea that she is--you know, has some kind of emotional illness...
John: It could be, Mike. There is a history of this in her family.
Michael: All right, fine. It could be.
John: Good Lord, we've only been married a short while. I know that she would never do this to me. Never intentionally. There has to be something seriously wrong.
Michael: John, sometimes people get lonely. Sometimes they need attention.
John: Do you know something?
Michael: I like you and Sharlene. I love you both. I don't want anything to come between you--
John: Come on, tell me, Mike.
Michael: A couple of months ago when Donna and I weren't living together, I met with Sharlene a couple of times at the Pelican.
John: What are you trying to say? What?
Michael: John, nothing happened. I mean nothing. I met with Sharlene to talk about Lucas. I knew that she knew him, and I wanted to find out more about him. That's it. I've got to say, I was very upset, though, at the time about what I felt I had to do to save Donna, and Sharlene was very supportive.
John: You took that to mean that she was coming on to you?
Michael: Look, I admit that I was craving attention at the time, but I did not encourage Sharlene. But she was very... she was very needy.
John: Needy? Well, why didn't she come to me if she's needy?
Michael: I don't know. Were you available? You were working long shifts at the hospital.
John: I'm her husband, for crying out loud.
Michael: I know. You're her new husband. You have a new marriage, and, I don't know, not everybody takes to marriage right off the bat.
John: Now, what does that mean?
Michael: That means that people are human. No matter what you expect from them. And maybe she was lonely. Maybe, you know, she was feeling a little rejected and needed to feel...cared for. So she flirted with me, because I was safe, because I'm your brother.
John: Oh, yeah, but you had the whole situation under control, didn't you? I mean, you led it, didn't you?
Michael: John, come on.
John: That's right. I'm not going to yell at you, Mike. There is no point in it, because none of this is true.
Michael: Fine, suit yourself.
John: Nobody ever accused you of having a small ego, Mike.
Michael: What? Wait a minute. What are you talking about?
John: If Sharlene was nice to you, you probably misinterpreted the whole thing.
Michael: All right. I could have.
John: Look, she trusts you, Mike. Naturally she's going to open up to you.
Michael: All right, all right, all right. Maybe you're right, ok? I just--fine, I'm sorry. Look... maybe my judgment is just completely off. Maybe I'm just totally wrong, John. You'd think anybody who had gone through what I've gone through would know how much it hurts to talk about this.
Michael: It's just--I love you and Sharlene. I believe that you belong together, and I don't--I just think I'm really wrong for even bringing up the possibility of an affair.
John: What do you mean, what you've been through?
Michael: Just that I've made mistakes and I'm paying for them, all right? That--that's not important. What is important is, what are you going to do?
John: Can't say.
Michael: Well, assuming that you are right about this emotional illness, what can you do?
John: I don't know. But I'm going to find out what's going on. No doubt about it.
Josie: Oh, come on. It can't be all that boring.
Grant: Well, now, that's because you don't live in Washington.
Josie: But everything's so important there.
Grant: Maybe to the press and to the bureaucrats, but--
Josie: You know, I was watching this news program the other day, and they were talking about this committee that was trying to cut the defense budget.
Grant: Well, that's all just done for show. I mean, the main deals are all cut behind closed doors.
Josie: Oh, what about your own committee? Anti-crime, isn't it?
Grant: Yeah. For an interesting name for it, wouldn't you say? I mean, the anti-crime committee. I wonder if that means it's supposed to distinguish it between the pro-crime committee.
Josie: You're not going to give me a straight answer, are you?
Grant: Well, I think what I'm just trying to say is that nothing that happens in Washington is any more important than what happens right here.
Josie: Well, not to you, maybe.
Grant: No, and believe me-- believe me, Josie, it's--it's all right here.
Josie: Well, like what?
Grant: Um, let's see. Being in love. The sparkle in somebody's eyes when they smile. The innocence of a small child's face.
Josie: They don't have those things in Washington?
Grant: Not any more than the people right here.
Josie: Would you ever...
Grant: Would I ever what?
Josie: No, no, no.
Josie: Well, I was just wondering if maybe you'd like to do a photo shoot with me sometime.
Grant: Ah, let's see, the congressman and the model.
Josie: Well, how about the model congressman? That's a stupid idea.
Grant: No, I think it sounds kind of--that sounds kind of fun.
Josie: You mean you'd really do it?
Grant: Yeah, I'd love to.
Josie: Oh, that'd be great.
Grant: So, are you here for lunch?
Josie: No, no, I was just here to see my mother.
Grant: Hm. Well, listen, I got to--I got to make some phone calls. Maybe--maybe I'll see you later on, huh?
Josie: Well, I'd like that.
Josie: Sure. Oh, the phones are right over there.
Grant: Well, I'll tell you what. I'm going to use my car for a little more privacy. But maybe I'll see you later.
Josie: Bye. Mama, there you are.
Sharlene: Well, hi.
Sharlene: I was in the back room. Boy, you look great.
Josie: Thanks. I wish you could have met the man that was just here. He's very famous.
Sharlene: Oh, really?
Josie: Mm-hmm. Maybe--maybe when he comes back.
Sharlene: Oh, well, doesn't matter, honey. I've got a famous daughter. That's good enough for me. Never mind him.
Josie: Oh, I didn't tell you!
Josie: I just landed a huge cosmetics account. I'm going to be their print spokesperson.
Sharlene: Well, how about that.
Josie: All that crazy fan stuff paid off after all. I mean, it's like you always say, mama. Sometimes good comes out of bad.
Sharlene: Yeah, that sounds like Sharlene, all right.
Josie: It's true.
Sharlene: Right. Listen, honey, about this man. How old is he?
Josie: I don't know. In his forties, I guess.
Sharlene: Then I want you to be careful.
Sharlene: If you're always spending time with Lucas and this man, what kind of image is that for you?
Josie: Mama, Lucas is my manager.
Sharlene: You heard what I said, didn't you?
Sharlene: Then I don't have anything else to say.
Ken: I want you to tell Helen that I haven't had pastry like that since torcello. That's a--
Rachel: A little island near Venice. I've been there.
Ken: Touché. You were talking before about Paulina.
Rachel: What about her?
Ken: Think you're going to fire her?
Rachel: Well, I don't know. She makes me uncomfortable.
Ken: Seems like a perfectly good au pair girl to me.
Rachel: She lied to get this job.
Ken: Oh, yeah, you told me about that.
Rachel: And then I caught her lying again with the delivery person. She was claiming to be Amanda.
Ken: But she gets along so well with Steven. Jamie and Vicki seem to like her.
Rachel: Don't tell me.
Rachel: You feel sorry for her?
Ken: No, no. I just think the sooner you resolve the great nanny debate, the sooner you can get on to more important things, like me.
Rachel: Maybe we've been too easy on her.
Ken: How I take my coffee...
Rachel: I mean, she's been treated like a member of family, and she isn't, of course.
Ken: Those little extra things that make a man feel like a man.
Rachel: She doesn't seem to know where her job begins and ends.
Ken: Fine. Go ahead. Fire her.
Rachel: Excuse me?
Ken: I just can't wait.
Rachel: For what?
Ken: 'Till you start interviewing applicants again.
Ken: There'll be the ones who want to teach Steven Swedish as soon as possible. There'll be the one who wants to bomb a shelter in his nursery.
Rachel: Maybe there'll be one who knows how to make a man feel like a million? You made your point.
Rachel: Something occurs to me, though.
Rachel: Maybe I'm the one who wants to spend more time with Steven.
Ken: Maybe I'd like you to spend more time with me.
Rachel: So you don't want me to get rid of Paulina?
Ken: That's entirely up to you.
Amanda: Sam. Sam? Hi. This is Amanda Fowler. I'm sorry, I'm not going to be coming in today after all. But I--I did want to let you know that the Talkman contracts have got to be reworked for tomorrow. But I got a copy of them sent by messenger. Right, well.. fine, I'm sure that's all it was, too. Thank you.
Evan's voice: Amanda, don't do this.
Amanda's voice: Don't do what? Live with my husband?
Evan: Don't move back in here and isolate yourself like this.
Amanda: Maybe we don't want a lot of people around.
Evan: Wait a second. Did it ever occur to you that maybe Sam would like to get you alone here?
Amanda: Of course he would. I'm his wife.
Evan: To pay you back.
Evan: For cheating on him. No man is just going to forgive and forget, especially not Sam.
Amanda: Oh, this is ridiculous.
Evan: Tell me that you don't question Sam's mental stability.
Amanda: Of course not.
Evan: Then why did you almost crash the car the other night when you thought he was following you?
Amanda: Oh, I see you've been talking to Vicky.
Evan: It happened, didn't it?
Amanda: It was nothing. It was all in my mind. Sam wasn't anywhere near us. Would you please just get out?
Evan: Amanda, he has you right where he wants you. Isolated from your whole family.
Sam: What's the matter? You're shaking.
Sam: No brakes?
Amanda: No. And if I had gotten the car out onto the highway, there's no telling what would have happened.
Sam: I don't even want to think about that.
Amanda: I'm ok.
Sam: All because you had to go to that damn office.
Amanda: That's the strangest thing about it all.
Amanda: The contract that I was looking at--it was only a prelim. I mean, the final contract isn't even due to be completed until tomorrow. And my secretary never sent me that.
Sam: Was that some sort of mix-up?
Amanda: Either that or somebody wanted me near that car.
Sam: No, that--no, it was a mix-up. I'm glad you're ok.
Amanda: Well, anyway, the mechanic is coming, and he's going to take the car and find out what's wrong with it.
Sam: This is all my fault.
Amanda: It is?
Sam: Yeah, I should've let you buy that car you wanted to buy last March.
Amanda: Sam, no.
Sam: Well, look, who am I to say that we should only live on the money that I make?
Amanda: Sam, it's all right.
Sam: No, it's not. What if my pride had gotten you killed?
Amanda: I'm fine.
Sam: Alli wasn't in the car, was she?
Amanda: No, nobody was.
Sam: Good, that's good. I put that baby seat in this morning. I was just thinking--
Amanda: You what?
Sam: You remember? I took the baby seat out to move some canvases.
Amanda: Right. Well, hey, at least we've got the afternoon now, right? If I don't have to go into the office, maybe we can bring Alli back over to the pool or--
Sam: What time is it?
Sam: I got to go.
Sam: Hey, can't a guy surprise his wife?
Amanda: Surprise me how?
Sam: It's your birthday coming up, remember? No more questions. Got to go.
Ken: I'm very glad I came over.
Rachel: So am I.
Ken: I didn't mean to stay as long as I did. I hope you don't mind.
Rachel: No, I don't mind. I wonder about your customers, though.
Ken: What customers?
Rachel: My point.
Rachel: I wonder how you can maintain a business when you keep your shop closed half the time.
Ken: You come back to work there, and it will be open a lot more.
Rachel: I expect so.
Ken: Mainly because I'll be there more myself.
Rachel: It would be nice to have a quiet day at the Odyssey.
Ken: Come back.
Rachel: No. Not for the time being.
Ken: It just isn't the same without you.
Rachel: Once you go on another expedition, maybe then I'll think about going back.
Ken: You know, I still think about our trip to Arizona.
Rachel: So do I. Hard to forget.
Ken: Watching the sun set over the Mesa. Making your hair blaze like fire.
Rachel: My hair blazed like fire?
Ken: Oh, yeah. I miss having you all to myself like that.
Paulina: Mrs. Cory, Jamie asked me to tell you that he--oh, I'm sorry. Did I interrupt?
Ken: That's perfectly all right, Paulina. I was just leaving. Bye.
Josie: Mama, I'm engaged to Matthew, remember?
Sharlene: Then why are you hanging around older men? What do you think that does to Matthew? How do you think he feels?
Josie: I'm not--I'm not hanging around older men.
Josie: You really think I'm an awful person, don't you? Could I have a club soda, please?
Sharlene: Josie-- honey.
Josie: Mama, I don't want to fight with you any more.
Sharlene: Josie, I don't want that, either.
Josie: I don't hang around older men.
Sharlene: I didn't say you did.
Josie: Yes, you did.
Sharlene: Then I'm--then I'm sorry.
Josie: Forget it. I guess he's not coming back, so I'm going to go.
Sharlene: Well, Josie, honey, I'm glad you came by, because I miss you.
Josie: I miss you, too. I just wish we wouldn't fight all the time.
Sharlene: We don't. We don't all the time.
Josie: Sure seems like it to me.
Sharlene: Tell Matthew I said hi.
Evan: Josie, hi. Sharlene, how are you doing?
Sharlene: Oh, Evan, I'm--I'm fine. How are you? Good. Well, you look happy.
Evan: Well, there's a reason for that. I am.
Sharlene: [Chuckles] Well, what are you going to do, keep me in suspense forever? What--what is it? A new job?
Evan: No, it's just a new solution to old problems.
Sharlene: Oh, lucky you. What's--what's your secret?
Evan: Well, we got tenacity and finesse. Why you've been asking me that? I mean, you met the man of your dreams, you married him, now you're riding off into the sunset.
Sharlene: Well, I hope so. Things--things don't always work out that way.
Evan: Sharlene, is--is something going on?
Sharlene: Nope, it's nothing.
Evan: Hey, come on you can tell me anything. I mean, I know you've been under a lot of stress lately with the job and John's long hours at the hospital.
Evan: Well, then what is it?
Sharlene: It's not the job, it's...
Evan: What is it?
Sharlene: I don't know, I don't know. Maybe its Frame karma. You know, you start to get everything you want, and then-- then all of a sudden everything goes wrong. You think we do that to ourselves?
Evan: Ah, maybe. I mean, look at me.
[No audio] I mean, just yesterday I was on top of the world with Cory Publishing. Wham! Overnight it all comes crashing down.
Sharlene: I know I wasn't a lot of support to you then, was I? I was so busy trying to solve my own problems. But, Evan, sweetheart, I knew you didn't take that money.
Evan: Look, it doesn't matter. I made my own bed and now I gotta lie in it.
Sharlene: Talking about Amanda? Must be hard. I know she's back with Sam.
Evan: Well, she said she wanted to give her marriage her best shot, so I have to respect that.
Sharlene: Good for you. And you must be moving on, the way you bounded in here.
Evan: Well, it's kind of like starting over. I'm just going in a different direction.
Sharlene: So what is your secret? What is it? What is it that we Frames do wrong? You think that--do you think that it's just that we want too much?
Evan: No, I don't think so. I think that we give up too easily. We convince ourselves that fate is against us and that we're losers and everything that we're going to win is going to be taken away from us.
Sharlene: So--so it's like a self-fulfilling prophecy, huh?
Evan: Exactly. And Sharlene, don't you do that to yourself. Now, I don't know what you got going on inside of you, and the demons that you're dealing with, but you can win the same way I can and the way Frankie is. Together we can change the direction of this family.
Sharlene: Thank you. You don't know how much I needed to hear that.
Sharlene: All right, take care.
Sharlene: See you later.
Evan: Ok, bye-bye. See you, Al.
Grant: Who was that?
Sharlene: I beg your pardon?
Grant: I mean, you were being just a little friendly, weren't you?
Sharlene: Oh, my goodness. Congressman Harrison. Al, do you know who this is?
Sharlene: This is Congressman Grant Harrison.
Al: Well, I'll be darned. You didn't tell me you were a congressman. Hello, there.
Grant: Hi, how are you? Nice to meet you.
Sharlene: This is such an honor.
Grant: Oh, no--believe me, the honor is all mine.
Sharlene: Can you imagine this?
Grant: Is it a problem--me being here when you're still working here? Is that...
Sharlene: Absolutely not. No, we're thrilled to have you here.
Al: Sure, anytime.
Sharlene: Anytime--what, could we get you a drink on the house? What you would like?
Grant: What would I like? Let's see. Thank you very much. That's very nice of you. I think I'd like a tonic water.
Al: You got it.
Sharlene: You--you got it. It's--how nice.
Woman: Are you Grant Harrison?
Man: Sure, it is.
Grant: Yes, yes, I am, as a matter of fact.
Man: You know what, congressman? You guys ought to regulate the salaries that these athletes are getting.
Woman: That's right. And doctors, too.
Grant: Well, you know, we've got committee after committee...
Al: Your husband called. I told him you'd be off pretty soon, but he said he wanted you home right away.
Sharlene: Oh, all right. Well, I'm through here anyway, so I'm going to go. You just take care of our big shot, will you?
Al: You bet. See ya.
Grant: You know? It's just--
Woman: And actors, too. I mean, the price of movie tickets is going right through the ceiling.
Grant: Well, listen, I agree. But you know what? It's always great to hear from the people. It's always nice to hear what-- people's opinions. Excuse me, where is the girl that just--was here just a minute ago? The hostess? Where did she go?
Al: Lunch is over. She went home. Say, could I have your autograph?
Amanda: Hi, Mom, it's me.
Rachel: Hi, honey. How are you doing? Oh, what happened with the emergency?
Amanda: That turned out to be nothing. I didn't even go in.
Rachel: Why didn't you go in?
Amanda: I had some problems with the car.
Rachel: You did?
Amanda: Yeah. That's the reason I'm calling you. I just wanted you to know that the mechanics are going to come and tow it away so they can find out what's really wrong with it.
Amanda: Yeah. I didn't want you to think somebody was stealing the old bum.
Rachel: Oh, well, that's very thoughtful, sweetie. But Sam just towed the car just a little while ago.
Amanda: He did?
Rachel: Yes. He said he had to take it in today.
Amanda: Ok, thanks. I'll talk to you later.
Rachel: Ok, good-bye.
Amanda: Oh, God. Sam.
Josie: Then he went to make some phone calls, and, well, I just--I felt kind of funny hanging around for no reason.
Lucas: No, you did the right thing. And you didn't see this redhead at all, huh?
Josie: No. But I have a feeling I just missed her. Because it just seemed to me that he was a little nervous because he was waiting for her to come back.
Lucas: I just wish I knew why he doesn't want anyone to see her.
Josie: So, does that help?
Lucas: Yeah, I think so. But I just don't want to put too much on this--on this situation. Let's just--if you see him again with her, call me, all right?
Josie: Absolutely. Lucas, I'm not going to forget all you've done for me. I'm going to pay you back. Promise.
Sharlene: Hi, what's the matter?
John: Oh, I'm glad you're home.
Sharlene: John, I came just as soon as Al said. John, what is it?
John: I love you, Sharlene.
Sharlene: I love you, too.
John: We've got problems. We've got some real big problems. Where did you get these things?
John: What, are you keeping secret from me?
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